tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62702902011-04-21T14:49:21.479-07:00Comments. Thoughts. Rants.delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.comBlogger3371100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-38838963425600154312007-07-31T21:12:00.000-07:002007-07-31T21:18:00.454-07:00

Online dating. Yep, I have joined those out there trying this. I have joined sites in the past to see who was out there and looking. I have joined to see who I am matched up with. It was a curiosity for the most part I never followed through.Well, it is more than a curiosity now. I am actively trying online dating. I am about to send an email to someone. I could call him since he already

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-15587319766413941452007-07-31T18:39:00.000-07:002007-07-31T18:46:03.245-07:00

It's been one of those days. A day where I am quick to point out that some people dropped the ball. Why? Because their lack of planning is wreaking havoc on my schedule, work that I am not prepared for. This means I am starting to feel a bit of stress. I don't like that.Last day of July. Goodness. Can't September get here already so I can go on vacation.A 2 week tour to Rome, Greece,

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-82275672054505688892007-07-29T21:32:00.000-07:002007-07-29T21:39:51.654-07:00

I went to the local art and wine festival. Again, I felt the need to support the arts. I bought a print of some hearts. I also bought a picture of Italian side street. A city I have not been to ....yet.The pictures of France were beautiful in a different way. I love Italy...Rome! I wonder if visiting France would have that type of an affect on me. Would I love it more than Italy? I doubt it, but

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Finally made it to the garlic festival after six years of saying I wanted to go. I went with K. We had fun sampling all the food and watching the arts/crafts. Bought a bracelet....you know, supporting the arts. It's blue, of course.The weather reached 100 degrees. I'm not cut out for hot weather. Never was really to tell you the truth.Only took three pictures with a film camera, the digital

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I was warned about N. I was told she had used people in the past. Never thought it would happen to me because I have helped her so much this past year. Wake up time. She tried to screw me over. She'll lose more than I do, she depends on me more when getting her work done. I was pissed off.Now I am hurt.I wish I could just stay pissed off and leave out the hurt part.She's on an extended

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I can't believe I have not blogged anything in 2007 until today. The intention is always there but I never get around to it. The odd thing is I spend a good hour reading other people's blogs who update every single day. I'm thinking it will be fun to go back and read all of my entries. See how much things have changed and how much things have not changed. The latter will be the scariest.

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I'm feeling ill at the moment. I hope it is only something I ate and not the flu. I have to be on a plane on Sunday which has a layover in Denver. The same Denver that experienced a "powerful blizzard" today. The same Denver I was stuck in a few years ago due to bad weather.A friend and I had a long conversation about nothing. We were trying to figure out what to give each other for x-mas.m:

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I added my profile to a dating site. I'm ready for another relationship. It has taken me a very long time to reach this decision. For me it had to be a decision, it couldn't just happen again. I had to dig deep and figure out my issues. Let me tell you that was fun. jjejejejFinding the picture to post with my profile took some time. I wanted a recent picture that was decent. Well, let me

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When is it okay to stop giving people another chance? I wonder if I am being too hard on her. If history is proof of things to come, she doesn't deserve another chance. She has shown me her refusal to change which is not good, but her refusal to even acknowledge her part in the turmoil, no can do...that cannot be ignored.My questioning comes from the fact that I would want another chance if I

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If I search back to one of my previous postings I will probably find a new year's resolution about putting a stop to procrastination. Here I am in the wee hours of the morning posting after a long absence instead of doing what I should be doing which is writing up some documents for a meeting tomorrow. I'm under the impression that I do my best work under pressure. Right now, sleep is the only

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1165734745443685482006-12-09T22:47:00.000-08:002006-12-09T23:12:25.493-08:00

I was in Rome. I fell head over heels in love with the city. There is no better way to say it, to express it. I have been harboring dreams of living there. Daydreams, night dreams I am in Italy. All my readings since then have to do with Italy. Rome seduced me. The sing song of spoken Italian was music to my ears.Italy worked it's magic on me. If someone asks me about my vacation, I'm

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I'm back on my movie kick again. I'm relying more on DVDs than the movie theatre these days. My new way of procrastinating. When I don't want to do something, either because I feel it is too overwhelming or I just plain do not want to do it, I find something unproductive to do. What am I avoiding these days? Making reservations for my vacation. Buying my plane tickets. Finalizing my

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I read Jane Austen's Pride & Prejudice a very long time ago. I don't remember it making a great impression on me, so it's on the list to reread. As far as the 2005 movie version? It made me sigh, it made me smile and it made me laugh. I loved it. It fed to that romantic side of me, which is usually hidden away. I identified with Elizabeth, but more with Mr. Darcy. Being misunderstood has

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We went to see A Chorus Line. My first way off-Broadway show. It was a fun outing. I was sitting there enjoying the music and the dancing and wondered why I was not given the talent of the arts. It looks like fun, though I know there is a lot of 'blood, sweat and tears' in such a career choice. I'm the one who wants to run off and join the circus after any Cirque du Soleil .

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is here! I could have gone at any time, but the weather is just right for it. Get there early in the morning to be done by noon before the heat kicks in. It was hot yesterday, so hot that I finished my water before I was done with the trail.Work has been taking up it's fair share of my life. Exercise classes the other part. Sleep the third part. Weekends are catch up time with all the

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Yesterday my boss' boss scheduled a last minute meeting. Fifteen minutes. It's purpose was to let us know one of our coworkers was in the intensive care unit. When I arrived at work this morning there was an email saying he passed away last night. He had an accident that caused severe head injuries.He was a nice guy, always smiled, smart and absent minded. (I don't mean this disrespectfully.

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One of my friends announced she is going to Europe for 10 days in October. She says the cost is going to be about $3000. This number does not include shopping. Damn, I am out of the loop when it comes to overseas travel costs. I need to buckle down about my own trip. First on the list will be my passport. (I'll need that for Mexico anyway starting next year.) I stopped by the bookstore

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1149573789438401472006-06-04T22:54:00.000-07:002006-06-05T23:03:09.440-07:00

Met a friend for lunch and a movie. We chose X-Men: The Last Stand . She was asleep for about half the movie. I liked it, but I think I am outgrowing action movies. I'm in a romantic comedy sort of mood these days.Halle Berry looked great even with the white hair. Part of the movie took place in SF. I work in a beautiful city.

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His visit was a short one, only here for the weekend. Before he left he helped me finish putting up my curtains (I've been here since last August!). We moved some of my furniture around. He bought me my own drill because he said I needed one. I love my dad. He's a cool guy.I cried. That goes without saying with my family and goodbyes.

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1149572803914908192006-05-28T22:33:00.000-07:002006-06-05T22:46:43.930-07:00

My dad and I were at the game where Barry Bonds hit 715. We saw sports history in the making. That was so cool! It was my dad's first SF Giants game. We got decent seats. We were one of the first 10,000 people so we each got a bobble head at the door. My family has a baseball history, not in playing, but in attending games. Growing up, if it was baseball season, we were either at a Dodgers

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My father and I hit the road this morning heading south because he had not been to Monterey yet. We were off to scratch that destination off the list.Monterey was crowded. It is Memorial Day weekend and people were out. We walked down Cannery Row towards the Aquarium. Stepped into a lot of shops to look at the goods. My dad, the tourist, took a number of pictures. My dad can't walk for

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25 is a number I am loving today, because as of today I have lost 25 lbs. I've worked hard for it too (since Jan 15, 2006). I feel stronger, sleep like a baby and have more energy...go figure. Oh and the best part....shopping. I need to go shopping for clothes. Yay...me! ;)

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Mom left today in the afternoon. We always tell each other we are not going to cry, but I always do. As soon as she got in the security check line I got a knot in my throat, this is when my ability to speak disappears. All I was able to do was hug her, I couldn't even say goodbye or call me or I love you. I can never come straight home after an airport goodbye because loneliness is thick. I

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Today was a vacation day for me. Spent time with mom again. We went for a nice long walk followed by breakfast and lots of conversation. My mom is a movie buff just like me. Today's movie was 'Mission Impossible III.' I thought it was boring, mom thought it was good. I know it's a movie, I know it's a franchise but I wanted more high energy stuff. It was predictable.It did bring back my

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I got to spend mother's day with my mom! ;) We were both happy. We wound up going to a restaurant for a mother's day brunch, which was ridiculously overpriced by the way. They told us the wait would be around one to one and a half hours. All it took was 20 minutes which sat very well with these two hungry ladies. While we were sittig there the hostess kept checking of parties on the

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1148359741379597162006-05-13T21:32:00.000-07:002006-05-22T21:49:01.400-07:00

We woke up bright and early, well not to early, to get some exercise into our day. All we did was walk, but considering the weather was freakin' hot it felt like we overexerted ourselves. It was nice to be out there with my mom, conversing with her, catching up on the family gossip. Just being next to her.The communion was okay. The kids did not rehearse very well, I could tell because they

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My mom arrived tonight for a quick one week visit. We had dinner at a local diner and started driving to Fresno shortly after. You see, the purpose of my mom's visit was to attend my cousin's first communion.We arrived around midnight and we were exhausted. I knew I should have pulled over to the side of the road for some fresh air, but I didn't. I battled my sleepiness all the way to our

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1147236649002299372006-05-09T21:30:00.000-07:002006-05-09T21:50:49.020-07:00

Or rather I don't like working with her! I have discovered my bad side. I've always known it was there, but I don't use it. The coworker that gets on my last freaking nerve has surpassed my last freaking nerve. It took me a while to be okay with the fact that we were not going to be friends, we were just going to be coworkers. I swear she doesn't think before she asks questions and when you

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1146550087434095492006-05-01T22:55:00.000-07:002006-05-01T23:08:07.450-07:00

I finally responded to the email E sent in March. I didn't think I was going to respond, but today felt right. I don't expect a restart of a friendship or a response. It was a courtesy she wanted to know if I was okay and I answered. I expressed my surprise over the baby and a congratulations. Short, sweet and to the point.Management lied. But they not only lied, they lied to my face. I am

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1146343847432587552006-04-29T13:33:00.000-07:002006-04-29T13:50:47.473-07:00

The weather was suppose to be warm and sunny. It's cloudy and breezy. I want the sun in my face already...to the point where I might have to turn a fan on and forget about socks. I'll have to remind myself of these words when it's hot and I want the cold back. It's been a long stretch this year with the rain.I have a sh*tload of cleaning to do. My apartment is a mess. But I don't feel like

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1145861889355489832006-04-23T23:21:00.000-07:002006-04-23T23:58:09.410-07:00

Oprah had an interesting show on social classes in America. It makes me uncomfortable to realize I make class distinctions. I didn't think I did, but apparently I do. The rich are getting richer, the poor are getting poorer and the middle class is shrinking...have been hearing this for some time now. Why do I feel bad about my realizations? Because like the panel expert said, it's a taboo

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1145772793364091982006-04-22T23:11:00.000-07:002006-04-22T23:13:13.373-07:00

Uhhh, I do own a pedometer!Find your own pose!

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Surfers close to Pai'ia, originally uploaded by existencia azul.One of the Maui images taken on Monday, 4/17/06.

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It was my first day at work today after my Maui vacation. By the end of the day my friend had been fired. There was no explanation. I'm sad because she made the day fun and she had recently started to become a friend. I'm stressed because I know expectations about my ouput are going to increase A LOT and frankly I do not have all of her skills. I'm upset because I cannot work with the person that

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I managed to break two computers which left me computer-less at home. That's a good excuse for not updating this thing. One of the machines I had just spent some money on, when I finally got around to hooking it up it fell to the floor and some major damage was caused. The other machine was just old and not worth the pain of doing anything with. So my nerd self is very happy to be finally

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1143441357772089172006-03-26T21:28:00.000-08:002006-03-26T22:35:57.826-08:00

Today I turned on my computer because it had been over a week and I had not checked my personal email. Deleted a bunch of things (mostly forwards and jokes), but one of the items made my heart beat a little faster.It was from E. I haven't heard from E in over three years. Our friendship ended for one reason or another. The funny thing is I finally unpacked Friday night. One of the boxes had

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The reason I finally unpacked is because I offered the boxes to a coworker. I knew this would put pressure on me to do what I should have done more than six months ago. She said she'd be by at 7AM. In order to meet this friendly deadline, I did not sleep a wink! In my 'younger' days this happened a lot, these days I can't handle it. My symptoms from no sleep: nausea and backache. It sucks

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Tired today. I tried to do too much all at once, but I like it. That routine is mine next week. I think I got it down, now watch her change it around. Oh, and I can't do push-ups for crap. I can't wait for summer to get here for hiking season to really get its start. First thing on the list, go buy some new hiking shoes.

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The body is an amazing thing. My soreness is gone. Yay! I breezed through my classes. I was feeling it. ;)

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Getting out of bed this morning took me some time. No matter which way I moved I could not make any progress, because of the insane amount of soreness I felt.Today's agenda: 30 minutes of thigh/glute work followed by an hour of aerobics. I was a klutz with the routine, I'll have it down by next week.

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Today was the start of my new self-imposed schedule. I was at at my desk at 7:15 AM and I was cranky. Then apparently I was feeling rather fit, when in actuality I am on the unfit side these days. It was raining, so a couple of people and I decided to walk up and down 18 floors of stairs. Then I ended my day with a 30 minute ab class followed by an hour of aerobics. Everything hurts except

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I'm craving warmth and sunshine. Now. Every night I come home and turn on my heater. I place that sucker at a toasty 87 degrees. Let it run for roughly four hours, until it's almost at the point where the heat is about to turn uncomfortable. The heating bill isn't pretty because this place is drafty.I didn't think I'd say this, but I wouldn't mind a 95 degree day right about now. A day

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1141894920469511122006-03-09T00:56:00.000-08:002006-03-09T01:02:01.200-08:00

I'm slowlty but surely going back to my old ways. There is no reason for me to be up at this time, I have work tomorrow and I am tired. Yet, here I am still awake trying to convince myself to go to bed. I'll be paying for it tomorrow in the 2 PM meeting. That's about the time I crash if I don't get some decent sleep.I am eagerly counting down to the weekend. This is how 2006 has been for

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I don't think I can live without a TV in my home. I like to watch shows. Right now I'm watching 'America's Next Top Model.' Am I learning anything from this show? Hell no. But I enjoy it. I like to see beautiful people. I like to see how people turn on each other. I'm a sucker for reality TV. What's wrong with that? I'd rather give away my computer than give up my TV.I was discussing how

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1141881685921114402006-03-08T20:45:00.000-08:002006-03-08T21:21:25.983-08:00

Today I caught myself reminiscing about old friends. Or friendships that have ended for one reason or another. Thinking back these friendships, I'm only concerned with one though, it could have been saved. If it wasn't for the pride, the 'I don't care' attitude, the lack of understanding, the not wanting to 'fight' for someone that was worth it.What got me on this? An article about long lost

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Lent began last Wednesday. I'm pretty excited this year about my spiritual journey. I bought a bilingual Bible for the occasion. I try to focus on the Spanish and if I'm not quite getting it I look at the opposite page to read the English text.And time for hobby renewal as well. I bought some yarn and a new pair of needles to get back into the knitting thing. It's the closest thing I have ever

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I've watched more of the Torino games this weekend than any day last week. The conclusion: a fit body is sexy. No discrimination: men, women I find them both sexy. The 'sexy' comes from admiration of the training, the discipline, the grit, the mental and physical strength, the grace, the attitude. Yep, it's respect.My commentary is not about tht slim aspect either, because I've seen

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I am a "foreigner snob." Does that make sense? I'm watching the Olympics and if Italians are being interviewed I stop what I am doing to focus. Since high school, I've had a thing for Italians and these Torino games have proven to me that this feeling is alive and well.I've entertained the thought, only the thought, of allowing myself a one night stand when I travel to Italy. Me?! One of

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1140416478653571452006-02-15T22:05:00.000-08:002006-02-19T22:21:18.686-08:00

That was my plan when I stepped into my boss' office this afternoon. There were three things to discuss: my yearly review, my raise and my discontent.The review was fine, nothing to get upset about. It wasn't great, but could have been worse. I call it a dime a dozen. This was where I finally understood this man knows nothing about me and really doesn't care. Having previously worked with

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1140421215683080362006-02-14T23:28:00.000-08:002006-02-19T23:40:15.700-08:00

Why not? I always want to applaud love, even if it's not part of my life now. Who would have pegged me! for a romantic. ehheehheMy mother had out-patient surgery today. It could not be avoided, she's been getting infections on the tubing in her chest. I pray I can help her with the transplant this year. She's well. Pain medication, but it's better for her long term...fewer infections.

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1139776499934423212006-02-12T12:31:00.000-08:002006-02-12T12:34:59.936-08:00

I really tired myself out yesterday. I did not wake up in time for my 8:30 meeting this morning. I opened my eyes at 9:12 AM. Not the way I wanted to start Sunday. Maybe I'll watch some olympics or something. I need to clean the apartment. But I can already tell I will find every excuse in the book to delay that as long as possible.Talked to M today. We're getting into this routine where

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It took some will power on my part to make it to the park for a bit of hiking. I usually like to be there at 8AM to get it over with and avoid the sun. I made it out at 12PM. I asked a couple of people if they wanted to join me but they already had plans, so I went alone...not the smartest thing. For the first stretch I saw no one and I started to get a little freaked out by some noises.

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I avoided a phone call today. The phone call where I would have to decide if I really wanted to move to another group. I'll take this weekend to think about whether I want to risk burning some bridges.We've been having beautiful weather. It's a minor break from the rain. I plan to take advantage of it by going hiking....if I wake up early enough.I'm watching the Turin opening ceremony. All

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I don't make threats. Today while expressing my discontent with a situation at work my words were perceived as a threat...that I was ready to leave the group. I have been very unhappy this week due to the amount of work that has been assigned to me. And unrealistic amount, if you ask me. They didn't ask me, but I experienced no qualms letting the powers that be know.The reaction: 'If you

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1139293977083918082006-02-06T22:24:00.000-08:002006-02-06T22:32:57.083-08:00

We all get bad moods. I occasionally wake up on the wrong side of the bed. I try not to subject people to my bad mood by staying at my desk and not socializing. Today I ran into one of the co-workers and I could tell immediately she was in a mood. I did not want to ask "What's wrong?" because today I didn't feel like listening. She was not pleased with me.What's worse though: me pretending

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My friend came to the conclusion that I am attracted to "petite" men. I started laughing because I thought she was crazy, but she may be on to something. Petite could mean a lot of things. She meant lean, normal height and she is absolutely right. When I used to (back in the day) go to the gym every single day I'd get to see the body builders and they did nothing fo me visually. All I saw

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1138784701677354122006-01-31T23:48:00.000-08:002006-02-01T01:05:53.310-08:00

That was the cost for this evening's entertainment. Coldplay concert in Oakland that is! It was cool. I had a great time considering I went by myself. I bought the ticket in November 2005 and at the time January 2006 seemed so far away to even remember with holiday festivities and all.My seat was 20 feet away from the stage. What made the ticket worth it? At one point in the concert I was an

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1138697641381053732006-01-31T00:38:00.000-08:002006-01-31T00:54:01.390-08:00

Please let the rain stop. I don't want anymore rain, not even drizzles. I want warm days where I don't have to take a coat or jacket with me everytime I step out the door.Went to see Chronicles of Narnia this evening. The book was better. I kept comparing it to the first Harry Potter movie and it could not compete.Today on the way home I was overcome by a feeling which I'm trying to pinpoint.

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1138696721402964132006-01-31T00:35:00.000-08:002006-01-31T00:38:41.413-08:00

It's hard to train someone when that person thinks they already know everything. This is what I am running into and I catch myself getting extremely frustrated. Frustrated because what that person needs to be doing is paying attention instead of interrupting me every 5 minutes with irrelevant questions.How's that for venting.

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1137975249976641092006-01-22T16:06:00.000-08:002006-01-22T16:14:09.976-08:00

I'm slowly making my way back to reading blogs. I started sifting through some of the blogs in my favorites list and got hooked again. I've missed a lot.I'm focusing on food blogs, because I want to start cooking atleast something every other day. I'm in the market for a kitchen mandolin. I can already see myself slicing away. ;)Some people have tech gadgets, I want kitchen gadgets.

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That is something I don't know how to do or don't have the confidence to do. As I'm writing this I'm viewing a show on the number of Hispanics in the States and the Spanish radio markets. Of course, Spanish radio stations often top the ranks list, we have the numbers behind us. I need to research companies that cater to Hispanics, because the purchasing power is too huge to ignore.I've known this

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1137572243190707822006-01-18T00:09:00.000-08:002006-01-18T00:17:23.193-08:00

I'm enjoying three shows this season. 'Dancing with the Stars' captures my attention from start to finish. Premise: You have 'stars' learning how to dance taught by professional dancers. I get a kick out of people trying something new. I like to see when they falter but more than anything when they succeed.The two other shows are tattoo based shows. One of them is 'Miami Ink' about a tattoo

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1137571383588456932006-01-17T23:50:00.000-08:002006-01-18T00:03:03.600-08:00

Yesterday was not my day. I broke the washing machine. I'm pretty sure I overloaded it. Three succesful loads and I got ambitious with the fourth one. When I went to the laundry room, it smelled like something was burning. I called it in fo repairs. Here's hoping they don't charge me. I mean...it could have happened to anybody.Today was no my day. I gave the molly bolts a try when putting

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To my neglected blog. I'm amazed at the speed at which time goes by. Part of me is scared too. I admit it. Will I look back and regret some of these years? I don't think so, but I really don't know. I need to live by that quote that goes something like "live as if it were the last day of your life." If I were to live that way, I would be living within driving distance of my family. I'd

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1135067041401611342005-12-19T23:51:00.000-08:002005-12-20T00:24:01.440-08:00

Add another book to my book inventory. Christmas present accompanied by gift certificate for a bookstore. My friend is having man trouble. I really believe that if she has to ask, she knows the answer. Plain and simple he's a bit of an *sshole. She needs to let him go or better yet kick him out of her life. No 'we're going to try to be friends' just move on once and for all. It's easier

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1134371685927484952005-12-11T22:27:00.000-08:002005-12-11T23:14:45.990-08:00

I need to be stopped. I have been on what could very well be a spending spree. I look at my bookshelves and there are eleven new books. There are probably 4 new books in my boxes. My father wants to know what I want for Christmas and the first thing that came to my mind was "there are these three books I'd like." And these are just books. I've been spending a lot of money on my apartment.I

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1133950310308863772005-12-07T01:55:00.000-08:002005-12-07T02:11:50.320-08:00

I've been waking up with a headache the last week, which in turn leads me to have a crappy mood at work. People are noticing too.My mom's one month visit ended on Sunday. It was a nice visit, but the last few days I knew I'd reached my "I want to be alone" time. I'm looking forward to going home on Christmas Eve.I bought a bed. King size. What the hell was I thinking? Oh yeah, I wasn't.

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Since my last update there were two more health scares.My friend (33!) got admitted for apparent heart problems. It turned out to be a pretty serious anxiety attack. Doctor's diagnosis: Stress. Stress? Spare me. I don't buy it. Give me a reason or say 'we don't know.'My friend's father, the same friend whose mother has been in the hospital since September, went to the hospital with

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1129535867986478672005-10-17T00:45:00.000-07:002005-10-17T00:57:48.046-07:00

My much neglected blog. I've been on vacation and back. Ailments and surgeries (not me). Received a promotion. Got invited to London (I wish I could go). Booked my mother's flight for her month-long visit. Found out my friend's mother had to be revived and was practically give her last rites!, she's not critical anymore. Hence --> Booked a flight to LA for this Friday. Booked my Christmas

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1126512459381335982005-09-11T23:35:00.000-07:002005-09-12T01:07:39.436-07:00

It's been four years already. The Discover channel had a great documentary on the flight that rebelled. It had actual voice recordings and interviews with family members as well as the images ingrained in our memories. The weeks following constituted of a steady diet of news channels...day and night. When there was no access to television, it was online news. Today it's all about Katrina and

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1126418961948925692005-09-09T23:02:00.000-07:002005-09-10T23:09:21.950-07:00

I went to a friend's home to watch Steel Magnolias and make dinner. He's seen Steel Magnolias more times than he cares to remember. I've seen it a handful of times myself, but it had been a while. It's funny how the same movie can evoke different feelings in different years. This time I had kidney failure and diabetes context...my loved ones. My friend, who lost his mother in April, could

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1126418502492821442005-09-08T22:54:00.000-07:002005-09-10T23:01:42.493-07:00

I was asked to interview a new candidate for our group. I didn't want to do it, but I could not get out of it. Wow. This guy could really sell himself. So much so, I felt I was talking to a salesman and began to question how much was hype.He: How long have you been with this group?Me: Almost a year.He: I see. You were in college last year then?I didn't know whether to be flattered or

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1126418072827072862005-09-07T22:46:00.000-07:002005-09-10T22:54:32.833-07:00

My first attempt at having a roommate is not to my absolute liking. I normally go to sleep approx. 1 AM. With my roommate here two days a week, I have to be in my room by 9 PM. I haven't gone to bed at 9 PM since I was 9 years old, maybe 10. This is not a stranger I'm talking about either. This is a friend. I can tell my patience is running low by the second night. I am so used to living

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1125866914784889712005-09-04T13:42:00.000-07:002005-09-04T13:48:34.790-07:00

I now live in a city that recycles. (1) Organics. (2) Recyclable Materials. (3) Solid Waste. I'm not used to separating items. Which brings me to:Plastic grocery bags can take up to 1,000 years to breakdown in a landfill.

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1125808304480749302005-09-03T21:22:00.000-07:002005-09-03T21:31:44.486-07:00

I didn't find out about Katrina's devastation until Thursday. I knew there was a storm warning and that was the last I heard. I heard a soundbite about flooding. Turned on the TV Thursday and finally saw images. You can't help but feel helpless except for donating what you can.It's not that I am normally oblivious to news. There has literally been no time to check CNN during the week. On

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1124434785293995062005-08-18T23:29:00.000-07:002005-08-18T23:59:45.300-07:00

After years of procrastination, I start moving tomorrow. I've only packed part of the kitchen, the restroom and the closet which is about 30% of everything. I'm stressed. It's really no ones fault but my own. Over ten friends (who have found out by accident) have offered to give up their weekend to help me move without my asking. And every single one of those people I have turned down,

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1123219724110727932005-08-04T21:11:00.000-07:002005-08-04T22:35:55.436-07:00

My team and I went to a baseball game. We left work at 12pm, thirteen of us inluding the boss. The weather was suppose to be a breezy 69 degrees. My sunburned arms would tell you otherwise. Perfect weather, but I needed sunscreen. It was fun to be away from the office as it always is. The S.F. Giants won 6 - 5.My team has identified me as the funny one. That's funny. What they enjoy is

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1123140009928079862005-08-04T00:04:00.000-07:002005-08-04T00:20:09.933-07:00

With public transportation you never know who you are going to sit next to and vice versa. My latest pet peeve is men who take up a space and a half because they sit with their legs spread out. Follow the invisible vertical line. You stay in your space and I stay in mine.

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Today was a day of new beginnings, sort of.My friend, who has been trying to adopt for three years, was given the news she can pick up her son on Friday. No children on Wednesday and a child on Friday. Imagine that emotional roller coaster ride. Very happy for her. It's very sad to see someone who wants to be a parent and for whatever reason can't.My friend's father has been diagnosed with

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1122959103999853992005-08-01T21:31:00.000-07:002005-08-01T22:05:04.023-07:00

"Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans."This quote says it all considering today marks the beginning of August!

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1122880634281612822005-08-01T00:09:00.000-07:002005-08-01T00:17:14.280-07:00

My friend asked me if she could stay with me a few days. What was I suppose to say? I don't want a roommate. If she had given me a specific time (2 weeks or 1 month) I would feel better. Instead it was an ambiguous request. A few days could mean anything.If things work out the way she wants them to she'll only be in this area for three days per week. Why would she want to rent an

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1122875751451383252005-07-31T21:41:00.000-07:002005-07-31T23:59:04.436-07:00

Today was a romance movie marathon. Three movies to be exact.An Affair of Love I queued up this movie again because I recommended it to a co-worker who in turn told me I'd probably like L'Ennui. Hello?! An Affair was about two strangers who meet for sex and wind up falling in love. (sigh) L'Ennui was about disturbing, mad, sexal obsession. An Affair made it very clear to me to tell someone

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1122880138767344562005-07-30T23:59:00.000-07:002005-08-01T00:08:58.766-07:00

I've been moving for three years. The thought of moving gives me a headache. It's time. I looked at three properties today. They were all great.#1 was on a tree-lined street. White picket fences. It was small! Only one person could fit in the kitchen at any one time. There was hardly any storage space. This made me realize how much sh*t I own.#2 had an amazing kitchen. It was bigger

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1122883904516160092005-07-29T00:47:00.000-07:002005-08-01T01:11:45.096-07:00

The first time I saw this advertisement I didn't like it. That's when I knew I had officially been brainwashed by television, radio and the print media. I am so used to seeing the thin, long-legged models that normal doesn't look right to me anymore. What the f*ck! Instead of celebrating this media milestone, bashing the unrealistic ideal, I found it flawed. No, this is not a celebration of

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1122882000921895232005-07-28T00:24:00.000-07:002005-08-01T00:40:01.150-07:00

Friend and I went to dinner. After that we decided to walk off the dessert. He wanted to show me the tattoo parlor where he got his piercing. Okay. I'm flipping through the photo book admiring the detailed tattoos, some of the branding and cutting, the piercings.My tattoo is small, but it still hurt. I can't imagine the pain involved with some of those large tattoos. Large artwork like that

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1122877233921127272005-07-24T23:00:00.000-07:002005-07-31T23:33:39.800-07:00

Lance Armstrong won his seventh Tour de France victory. Okay, I was awed by win #6 just yesterday! Truly inspirational on many different levels. Fernando Valenzuela, Steve SaxOrel HershiserGabriela SabatiniIvan Lendl, Stefan EdbergDebbie Thomas, Katarina WittWayne GretzkyPete Sampras, Michael Chang, Andre AgassiJennifer CapriatiLance ArmstrongLooks like I need to look for another sports hero.

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1121927637374179492005-07-19T23:23:00.000-07:002005-07-20T23:33:57.380-07:00

As soon as I signed on to my machine at work, I got some pictures from a friend. I thought they were from one of her vacations in the Caribbean or some other romantic getaway. Wrong. They were pictures from her second triathlon in the last three months! I'm so proud of her! The water looked cold. The day was cloudy. The progression was:1) Her number written on her calf and arms as well

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1121923866763142822005-07-18T22:14:00.000-07:002005-07-20T22:31:06.770-07:00

One of my coworkers exhibited questionable behavior recently and it just so happens that his wife is away at the moment. He invited another married person out for winetasting, but did not invite her husband. That was sign #1. She thought it was too awkward to go alone so she invited three other people. We declined the invitation to which he responded, 'good.' That was sign #2. When she

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1121925991103167412005-07-16T22:31:00.000-07:002005-07-20T23:06:31.110-07:00

Today was a a wonderful 103 degrees. Yuk. I turned on the AC (which was working yesterday) and it did not work. Leasing office said the earliest they could come fix it is Monday! This meant bookstore and movies...doing things I enjoy that happen the have air conditioning.Wedding CrashersCan people actually crash weddings? These days everything is invite only. I've never seen people hook up

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1121926978062399252005-07-13T23:14:00.000-07:002005-07-20T23:22:58.063-07:00

The Chorus was such a sweet movie. I plan on getting the soundtrack for the beautiful music. Of course, I cried even with the predictable storyline.The last movie whose score moved me was The Phantom of the Opera which was way back in December '04. I was told I have to watch the show because even though the movie was great, the show is amazing.

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1121926448192825872005-07-09T23:06:00.000-07:002005-07-20T23:14:08.193-07:00

I don't drive into SF. I don't like the traffic. Pedestrians are crazy. Too stressful for me. And this is coming from someone that was in LA for 24 years! That has to tell you something.I drove into the city today. It was my friend's birthday and she had a small celebration. Managed to get the musicians to sing "Las Mañanitas" for her. I didn't stay too late. I missed the fun though,

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1120459362533082092005-07-04T01:37:00.000-07:002005-07-03T23:43:56.303-07:00

My latest strategy of using links for some of my blog entry titles redirects people to the movie page. Oy! Wake up already! jejejjejej

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1120458301633863582005-07-03T23:04:00.000-07:002005-07-03T23:25:01.636-07:00

My mother tells me my brother is upset with me. He is upset that I come here and involve myself in family drama. Well, sh*t, it's my family too. His point is that I don't live here. I come here for visits throughout the year. That I should not be adding fuel to any fires. Part of me agrees with him, in two days I will be back in CA and this drama will not be part of my life. But right now,

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1120457064950107462005-07-02T23:01:00.000-07:002005-07-03T23:29:49.483-07:00

I arrived in OKC at 9:10 AM. I did not sleep a wink on the plane because I forgot my travel, neck pillow in the bag I checked in. I had it all planned. I would sleep on the plane and be energized when I landed; instead, I was dragging my feet and knocked out for three hours in the middle of the day. My energy was zapped for the rest of the day.I did not arrive alone to OKC. 6 rolls of film

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1120456855775580822005-07-01T22:59:00.000-07:002005-07-03T23:00:55.776-07:00

This was a tough week. Monday we had another goodbye luncheon. Tuesday said goodbye to another contractor (she was on a plane to Mazatlan before the sun set). Wednesday contractor went on maternity leave. Thursday said goodbye to another contractor. We also celebrated a birthday, someone finishing his MBA. Thursday I bid goodbye to M until the next time we see each other.It is an endless

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1120456386609541762005-06-26T22:38:00.000-07:002005-07-03T22:53:06.613-07:00

Drove into the City so M could check into her hotel. We hit gay pride parade traffic. Union Square. Chinatown. North Beach. Same old jaunts but I never get tired of it and, most importantly, neither do my guests.North Beach is SF's Italian neighborhood and I'm in heaven when I am there. Yep, it's all about the language and the accent. Keeps my Italian dream trip alive until I make it to

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1120455518327296332005-06-25T22:24:00.000-07:002005-07-03T22:38:38.333-07:00

Me (10:50 AM): I'll pick you up. No, silly, it's not a bother. See you in a about an hour.Me (12:10 PM): I can't find you. Which baggage claim? #1..okay about 10 feet away see you in a few seconds.Me (12:15 PM): Hmmm. Are you sure it's baggage claim #1?Me (12:30 PM): What airport are you at?Yep, I went to the wrong airport. She was waiting at SFO and I was a OAK. We finally met at 2:00

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1120451161076059722005-06-23T21:03:00.000-07:002005-07-03T22:23:39.766-07:00

Excellent. This movie is about truth. Truth that people either don't know, don't talk about or don't want to believe. That's always the case with race though.We explored some of the scenarios we've had in our own lives. Some of mine...I've walked into stores and received extra attention. Not the good kind. The type of attention that screams they are waiting for me to steal something. It

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1119254323137444972005-06-20T00:47:00.000-07:002005-07-03T20:56:31.626-07:00

The surprising thing about Calendar Girls was that it's true. Middle-aged women did participate in the making of a 'nude' calendar to raise funds for a Leukemia charity. That idea is still raising money to this very day. Too cool.For years I've thought having an elegant nude portrait of myself would be cool to look when I was 75 years old (assuming I made it to that age). The plan was to get

delhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768471147808993789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270290.post-1118728766026977802005-06-13T22:10:00.000-07:002005-06-13T22:59:26.030-07:00

It's my new "yoga" as of a few hours ago. If I need to zone out, all I need to do is reach for some bubble wrap.We watched the Michael Jackson verdict on CNN. Not the greatest use of company time. I was surprised with the results. I didn't think I was leaning one way or another as far as his innocence, err, guilt... But I obviously expected a guilty verdict, else why would I be surprised."

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